It was 3 in the morning and Nate had been fighting sleep, out on the couches with me since 11. I was sore, he was exhausted. He wanted something....pointed at the kitchen.
"Do you want a drink honey?"
"I do" - plain as day, very obvious.
Normally I am not a big fan of drinks during the night since they more often then not result in wet beds.... but in this instance I was so flabbergasted I got him a drink and we snuggled our way back to sleep for another hour or so....
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